2004
by Kat Halcyon
E-MAIL: kathalcyon@yahoo.ca or kathalcyon@hotmail.com
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: 2010
SUMMARY: Daniel, Janet, very few clothes and no plot.
STATUS: Complete
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the smut.
FEDBACK: Sure, why not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a PWP, guys. Absolutely no literary value, just
some D/J smut. If you're not into that, I recommend the usage of your
"back" button, and then the "delete" option in your e-mail account. This
is all Bryn's fault, for pointing out the lack of D/J smut in existance,
and for writing the summary. Have a nice day.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be there. Good night."
The sound of Janet's voice had woken Daniel up. Upon reaching lucidity, a
process that took several minutes, he realised that she was on the phone.
Right after he came to that conclusion, she hung up.
"Who was that?" he asked from the doorway of the den, where she'd been
talking.
She started, clearly surprised to see him there. He was typically such a
deep sleeper. "General Hammond," she told him, walking away from the phone
and towards the door.
"What did he want?" Daniel took Janet into his arms, a gesture that was
second nature to him. He leaned down to kiss her throat gently.
"He wants to meet tomorrow. Says there's something important -" she
shuddered suddenly. "I can't think when you do that," she told him, trying
unsuccessfully to push him away. "Do you want to hear about it or not?"
"Oh, I'm all ears," he told her, still nuzzling her neck.
"I may not practice much anymore, but as a doctor, my professional opinion
is that you are most definitely more than ears." Janet shuddered again.
Pleased, Daniel moved his mouth to meet hers. "Come back to bed," he
whispered against her.
She pulled back. "Didn't you tell me that you were exhausted three hours
ago?" she wanted to know.
He widened his eyes. "Why, doctor, I am exhausted. Why do you think I want
to go to bed?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, you weren't planning on having your way with me?"
"Of course not," he replied solemnly. "I wouldn't be adverse to you having
your way with me, though." He gave her a mock-leer.
She couldn't help but laugh. Raising her arms around his neck, she leaned
up to give him a quick, soft kiss. "How can I say no when you ask so
romantically?" He grinned and, not saying anything, lifted her up into his
arms. She shrieked. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "Put me down!"
Instead of responding, he lowered his mouth to hers. He felt her soften
and pull him closer as he carried her from the den to the bedroom.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he gently laid her on the bed. He took a
moment to just look at her. Her hair was tangled on the pillow, a stark
contrast to her sculptured updos of the daytime. Her dark, sultry eyes
were half-closed. Her soft body was covered with a silky, golden-coloured
nightgown, several shades darker than her skin and almost as soft.
She was beautiful. She was his.
He knew he wasn't the first to make love to her, but he'd be damned if he
wasn't the last.
Tumbling onto the bed beside her, he met her mouth for another kiss. This
one was harder, hotter, more urgent, and his tongue thrust into her mouth,
as if to devour. His hands slipped up from her hips to her shoulders,
where he pushed aside the straps of her nightgown. She moaned into his
mouth as his fingers trailed light patterns along her upper arms.
He moved to taste one shoulder as he pushed her gown down further, baring
her to the waist. His hands covered her breasts, calluses brushing softly
against the sensitive nipples. She cried out his name, a sensation as
arousing as the feel of her, the taste of her.
His mouth replaced one hand, gently scraping his teeth along her flesh, as
he tore her nightgown off completely. He flung it away, several years of
practice making his aim towards the laundry chute close to perfect.
Her hands were running up and down his back, fingernails occasionally
raking him. She took his face in her hands and pulled him back up to her
mouth. She took back some of the control and ran her hands down his sides
to the waistband of his boxers. Instead of pulling them down, she slipped
her hands inside. They rested on his thighs for several moments, until he
couldn't bear it any longer. He nipped her bottom lip, and she pulled his
boxers off, throwing them away.
He was beyond coherent thought now. He moved one hand between her legs,
plunged a finger into her. She cried out and bit down lightly on his
shoulder.
He withdrew his finger, but before she could protest, he was inside of
her.
She cried again, louder, longer, as he thrust into her. He could feel her
tense around him, then relax as she gave one last, throaty scream of
pleasure. *Mine,* he thought, then poured himself into her.
* * *
"Daniel?"
"Mmm," he replied, unable to speak coherently.
"I love you."
He leaned over and kissed her cheek sloppily. "Love you too."
He drifted off to sleep.
The End
Copyright (c) Kat Halcyon 2001
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